Who cares about rape when tea, sweetened with sugar just right and sprinkled with a whiff of masala tastes just right on a cold rainy day in Nairobi’s River Road?
No, seriously, who cares about rape when you have a million money-making errands to run in down-town Nairobi and wouldn’t care less about the rapist or his target? Just tell me, who cares about rape when it is so much fun filming a clip of an actually brutal violation of a woman by a gang?